Today you will be treated to two short (500 word) romantic pieces. I hope you enjoy them. If you NEVER read romance bear with me and read these. They won’t hurt you and are quite short. Each was in answer to a challenge to use 4/5 set words and a set location. Some of the words were tricky and challenging to use.
First up ‘DR CHARM’ (To be set In a forest, words to use: gnome, Mercedes, glitter/s and underpants)
The smell of rotting leaves, decaying dead animals and ripe mushrooms assailed her nostrils. Who said a tramp in the forest was fun? Her damn doctor had.
He might be young, charming and handsome but he had a cruel streak. He smiled at her patients and patted their heads. Old ladies, frail and bent, he wheeled up to the Physio’s room where their bodies were massaged – sometimes stretched and flattened, their knobbly knees creaking. All the while, he smiled.
‘Exercise is good for your health’ he said. “Everyone should walk.”
Was it his smile, his charm or his silver Mercedes that won her over?
“Come for a tramp with me. A quick climb to the top of Otanewainuku. You’ll love it. The view is to die for.”
And die she would if this damn lark didn’t stop soon.
Ahead the tree canopy lightened. The doctor’s legs disappeared out of sight and she heard him cheer. “Hurry up slow-poke.” She grabbed the tree roots and pulled her body up the last three steps into a small clearing. In the middle sat the wooden trig, a small red reflector glittered on the very top. They had reached the summit.
Dr. Charm grinned like a garden gnome. Her heart melted, her blistered heels stopped screaming and as he wrapped her in his arms she caught a brief glimpse of the view. Indeed it was magnificent. Then his lips closed over hers and only that moment existed. To her shame her body responded. She pressed against him, and clinically noting his erection, sucked his tongue and slid her palms over his chest.
“Shall we play doctors and nurses?” his voice sounded throaty, his trembling revealed his suppressed passion.
She pulled out of his embrace and looked around. “Good idea,” she said. “I don’t think we’ll be disturbed.”
And with that Dr. Charm began to undress her. Not that she was wearing much. The trig station became festooned with bra, knickers and underpants…and wonder of all wonder, the doctor pulled a blanket from his backpack and spread it on the grassy knoll. “This could take a while,” he murmured. “Sorry if my hands are cold.”
“Do you need an instrument?” she asked, as if in theatre.
“I carry one with me at all times,” he chuckled. “Shall we begin?”
She gave into his examination. His hands warmed, his fingers probed. He inhaled her scent, nuzzled her neck and stroked her hair. H even listened to her heartbeat, moving her breasts aside, checking them for lumps. His fingers trailed down her spine, over her buttocks and down her legs to return to where her flesh divided. “I think I can declare you fit for duty,” he murmured as he inserted his instrument.
“Thank you, Doctor,’ she said, and moments later commented, “This examination table is rather hard. Perhaps your instrument would be more efficient if placed perpendicular.”
“Good suggestion. Ready when you are, Nurse.”
Birds fluttered, flies buzzed, beetles scuttled away…and the earth moved. (the end)
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Now, let’s try story No. 2. NEIGHBOURS: The challenge was to set the scene at the beach, the words to use : rabbit, tiara, avocado, and bicycle.
I longed to mount the old bicycle in the shed, ride down the dusty track to the beach and lie with my love on the springy weed that covered the dunes. But I couldn’t - not yet.
The silence brought me back to the present. Julie was looking at me, eyebrows raised, expecting a comment or answer. With a tendency to chatter she’d been rabbiting on and I’d zoned out.
“What?” I asked, admitting my lack of attention.
“You never listen to me.” She had a point.
“Sorry, the view of the ocean distracted me.”
Her mouth twisted and I could see a sulk developing.
‘I’m sorry. Tell me again. I’m listening.”
“I was saying the new neighbour is not very friendly. I wandered over to get some avocados. The tree is laden. This young thing pranced out and told me to stop picking her fruit. Honestly! I said we’d always shared the crop, she could ask the owners. She drew herself up, all blonde hair, lipstick and long legs and told me she was the new owner and she wasn’t prepared to share.”
I looked suitably interested.
“I tried to be friendly, said I’d get pipis for her. Did she like fritters? Perhaps I could bake a cake in exchange for fruit, because I love avocados.” She pouted. “I don’t think she likes me. You know how some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth – rich as?”
I nodded
“Well this woman was born wearing a tiara – she’s such a princess. Totally stuck- up.”
“I’ll wander over later and make friends with her. Get some avocados for you.”
“Good luck with that. You might have more luck being a man. I’m going to town to get provisions, I’ll buy some. We didn’t pack any food.”
When our car disappeared in a cloud of dust, I shaved and showered, changed my clothes, combed my greying hair and strolled casually to the neighbours. I knocked and waited. Excitement mixed with anticipation coursed through my body.
The door opened and our neighbour greeted me with a wide grin. God, she was gorgeous. As soon as I slammed the door shut she tugged my shirt open and pulled me close, her nails flicking my nipples.
“She’s gone?”
I nodded.
“Missed me?”
Lust froze the words in my throat. My hands answered her query as I unhooked her bikini top.
Months of negotiation through third parties and at last we were here, together, my mistress and I, in the property I’d bought without my wife’s knowledge.
“Did I scare her off?” she murmured in my ear as she nibbled and licked.
My hands wandered. “She’ll be away for at least an hour. I ‘forgot ‘supplies. The cupboards are bare.” I removed her thong.
“And now, so am I. Let’s not waste a minute.”
Later I walked the dunes with a sense of contentment. My next major project would be the sad and sudden demise of my wife. Tricky, but do-able. (the end)
I recently gained second place in a N.Z wide short story contest for the Ngaio Marsh House fundraiser. Here is the link to the video where the three placed stories are read and two authors interviewed (me included).
My latest release The Carbonite’’s Daughter is available here:
https://www.amazon.com/Carbonites-Daughter-Deryn-Pittar/dp/1922556467/r